| Yeah
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| You know I’ve been around for a while now
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| Not sure if I have much left to prove
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| Yeah, I do, haha
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| I look at me now I’m thinkin, «Damn»
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| How proud of me I am
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| What I did, it’s nothin' to sneeze at
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| Even if your allergies are bad
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| I’m up in a balcony in France
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| I look around, I see the fans
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| How they surround me in the stands
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| Probably could drown in a sea of hands
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| They hollerin', «Shady»
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| Yellin' it out to me and that’s what I mean when I say
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| That one day someway, somehow, if I get a chance to get a crowd
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| I’ll flip it around and have a crowd give me the chance
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| I’ve done it all, man
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| But in actuality I haven’t, yet
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| Where am I supposed to go from here? |
| Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
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| Really I have no idea
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| All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling
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| I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been
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| Where am I supposed to go from here? |
| Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
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| Really I have no idea
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| All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling
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| I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been
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| Got no time for no haters in this bitch
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| Or toleration for this shit
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| But like medication, my dedication
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| And the time it takes to do this shit
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| Reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital waitin' room’ll get
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| But I mean it’s maybe I have more patience than I’m able to admit
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| Yeah, but I’m still mentally stable as a three-legged table in this bitch
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| Fame was a switch but I was grateful to trade that shit for the trailer with
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| the hitch
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| Thought it would made me a ravin' lunatic
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| But I made it through to my situation, I hit pay dirt
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| Now I get paper like a stapler in this bitch
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| But just 'cause I made a little bit of change
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| Don’t mean I’ve changed a little bit
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| Brain full of wit, dangerous, can’t extinguish this English language when it’s
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| lit
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| Now I’m just paradin', you would still get Shady 'til I’m eighty
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| To I spit this crazy, even Grady knows I’ma blow
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| Better get the handkerchief again, haha
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| Where am I supposed to go from here? |
| Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
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| Really I have no idea
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| All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling
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| I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been
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| (Know I talk about this shit a lot)
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| Where am I supposed to go from here? |
| Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
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| Really I have no idea
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| All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling
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| I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been
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| Oh, now what am I gonna do?
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| Can’t nothing hold me I’m on the loose
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| Born a winner, damn it’s so hard to lose
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| I can do it and do it, when I’m tryin' to
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| When my records flop they still go through the roof
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| This atmosphere’s for a chosen few
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| Who was on their grind, to get money moves
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| And you ain’t gon' get that if you want it down
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| You gotta take shots with 100 proof
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| Check that
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| Been in survival mode
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| Since a five year old, it was I alone
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| Since my trike was stole, spiral notebook and microphone
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| But lookin' back how bad it was then
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| If it hadn’t been for the pad and the pen
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| Addict mom and deadbeat dad
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| I wouldn’t have the savage within
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| Havin' to win, every single battle I’m in
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| All I ever wanted was to be an MC
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| Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me
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| EPMD must’ve had teachin' degrees
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| Learn to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin' of these rhymes
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| Would be as easy as eatin' graffiti
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| Would be like remedial readin' to me (Yeah)
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| 'Til my last breath leave my lungs, I’ma beat my drums (Yeah)
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| For the streets I’m from (Yeah)
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| The East side slums (Yeah)
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| Gotta remind em (Yeah)
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| I take a foe out (Yeah), like fee-fi-fum
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| You see my finger (What?), you see my thumb (What?)
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| You see my fist, fuck a peach pipe bum (What?)
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| For the smoke but it’s not the weed I want (What?)
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| With this beat I brung for the beef I come (Woo)
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| But you better bring it if you wanna reply from
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| 'Cause for you to be lyrically inclined, it’d be a steep climb up
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| That’ll be an uphill battle
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| But I’m off kickin' feet in the recliner
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| And I think I’m up
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| 'Bout to go out on a limb like a tree climber
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| Time to push my ceiling higher 'cause
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| Where am I supposed to go from here? |
| Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
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| Really I have no idea
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| All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling
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| I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been
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| (For the last time)
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| Where am I supposed to go from here? |
| Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
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| Really I have no idea
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| All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling
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| I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been |